Date: Mon, 19 Aug 2013 15:47:18 -0400
From: norman
Subject: 101 steps
If you like it GIVE
to NIFTY
if you don't LIKE
Give to NIFTY
they need it more than you
A hundred and one steps to satisfaction
by endoman
As an 11 year old I was sent to sleep-away camp in the Catoctin mountains
in Maryland. I had to take a train from New York (by myself) to Baltimore
and then change trains and meet up with the other campers. It was like the
Hogwarts Express only Harry Potter was not on it, There were no magic doors
which would have made finding the train easier. There must have been 500
boys and a few counselors on the coal fired train.
We went through a tunnel on our way out of Baltimore. Though the windows
were closed we all got full of soot. Then there was the heat, so we opened
the closed windows and stripped off our shirts. It was then that I realized
I liked to look at boys. The only stop was at the camp; our private train
with teens and preteens all horsing around
At the camp we were assigned beds in bunks. My Trunk had arrived before
me. The first night all the guys clamored for a circle jerk. I did not win,
someone actually came faster than me. The next morning the counselor woke
us and informed us that we were to go for a swim before breakfast. He
trotted us down the hill to a stream fed pool. Naked swimming only, we were
told. Showers after the swim with the soap in the showers.
We all stripped off our PJs; that being the last that any of us used
them. There was the buddy system as there was no real life guard. We swam
with our buddy and showered with our buddy. I got to wash his back and he
did my back. I had to do my front myself.
Twice weekly basketball games by the counselors was the norm. One team wore
T shirts. Neither wore shoes or anything else. You are always supposed to
keep you eye on the ball. Well I kept mine on 2 balls and one cock. Only
lately I realized that those guys were really hung. Only lately I also
realized that the 2 counselors were talking about me in their room after
'lights out'. "Not yet, he's not asleep." "We'll do it after he drifts
off." Fuck!
In service I was an officer and had to go with about a thousand guys from
San Antonio to the Panhandle. Only me to patrol a bevy of late teens, all
in good shape, and some early 20s. Eye candy to ward off boredom but
untouchable. What a tease. 'Don't ask, don't tell' was yet to come along. A
train ride back was unthinkable as there was nothing to do.
I hitched a ride in a trainer plane and got to actually fly (a plane that
is).
I succumbed to marriage, as in my field marriage was a necessity. After the
children had grown enough to accept baby sitters I would meet my wife in
the city (NYC).
When I took the LIRR into Manhattan to meet my wife I would, many times,
walk north to our designated meeting spot. She already knew that I liked to
engage young men in conversation. She also knew that my best friend was a
gay guy.
From Penn Station I would turn onto 42nd Street. A place of Lore by the
shows but a den of iniquity according to the then mayor Giuliani. I was
there before it was cleaned up in 1994. One video shop after the next.
I would slip into a different one each time I visited in the
neighborhood. There was no entry fee as it was a book or video store; but
there were charges to watch a porn movie in private booths. I was so naive
that I did not realize that they were call 'jerk off booths'. Despite the
fact that it was marked as 'for one person only' two people occupied it at
times. In those days of fear I never accepted a companion. I would pick a
film and undo my pants and lower them for a quick JO.
One place had show booths. I paid a few bucks and took a booth. Inside was
a shade which I raised and discovered an almost naked girl writhing in
anticipation of someone breaking the glass and raping her. I did not stay
in the booth very long as the gender was wrong.
They had weekly free newspapers with ads for many attractions for young gay
guys. I would pick up a copy. It took me to the Eros theater which
advertised gay movies. I went there on a subsequent trip and after I
entered the lobby I was accosted by a barely dressed guy. "$10 for a hand
job". Right there in the lobby, in front of the glass door leading out to
the street and the other leading into the theater. He fished out my cock
and proceeded to jerk me off. I came quickly and he said 'thank you'. I got
him again when I was leaving for a repeat performance.
Inside I discovered a gay movie. It was stopped abruptly and the stage show
started. I was not expecting that. First one guy came out and gets
undressed slowly and to the music. A strip! When he is done with his act he
enters the audience and visits patrons at their seats. A second act
follows, with the same doings. Then a third. Each guy doing a single. On a
subsequent trip two guys did the act together and feigned sex.
Eventually the first guy gets to my seat, He sits in my lap, naked and
facing me, and asks for a tip. I had a few singles so he let me fondle him
and he squirmed in my lap. He did get me hard, but stopped there. Another
guy came along and I had a fiver. He let me fondle his balls and I
discovered that he had only one. I played with it for a while until he said
"time up". I returned to this theater many times for great shows and lap
dances.
I found another more expensive theater where the seats were set up at a
distance from each other. There was no movie just a stage show. As each guy
got naked he entered the audience. One came to me. He wanted $50 to let him
ride me with my prick up his ass. I did not have sufficient money, I took a
pass. I went back a few times but the boys were doing bareback so I passed
again.
Then there was the Adonis theater. All the guys represented Adonis. A movie
and a show. More boys than I expected. All handsome and all unattainable. I
did not know how to make contact. I think that they failed (or were shut
down by the Mayor's Squad.
My wife was going on a business trip. I had a whole night and already knew
what I wanted to do. There was an ad for a gay club in either the meat
district or West Village. I drove into the city and parked on the street. I
paid my entrance fee, bought a drink coupon and then stripped. They checked
all my clothes except my shoes. Nice effect: a bevy of naked guys all
wandering around.
Seats were available and TV monitors had various porn shows. I sat down but
no one sat next to me. Most of the guys were younger, and I was a
stranger. Soon there was a rush to one corner of the place. I could barely
see the 2 guys fucking in the bathroom as the crowd was so thick. Not
having the opportunity to return I understood, but the place was shuttered
by the vice police. Too bad!
Near the empire state building there was a bordello. No appointments
necessary. You came in and chose from amongst the handsome male
bodyworkers. I chose a stocky guy. He escorted me to a small room with a
massage table, told me to strip and climb up. "I'll be back in a
minute". Ten minutes later he reappeared and started a bargaining
session. One from column A and one from column B. I accepted the straight
massage with a happy ending. All the others were extra. He disappeared
again for 10 minutes. The massage was dreadful and the happy ending was
tortuous.
At about this time I discovered a video store not to far from my office on
Long Island. I took my trip home, on many occasion, past that store. I was
able to rent tapes (CDs were in the future) for a few days at nominal cost
and return them. I was rarely asked for a late fee. I could sit at home and
enjoy the guys getting guys getting guys.
I found a Long Island rag sheet. It had locals and places to go. Most of
the activity was in Central Suffolk county, There were fast roads so I made
my way to a big parking lot with a big warehouse. I paid my way in and it
was not busy, being the early afternoon. The Guys for sale were there. One
enticed me to enter his lair. It was a very interesting area, open to the
building but having private corners. We went to a 'corner', he got naked in
a minute and encouraged me to strip. I did!. Instructions were: I could
play with his ass with my left hand and his cock with my right; but I was
not allowed to switch hands. I finger fucked him and he got me off!
There was an ad by a jock for pleasure in Amityville. I had an errand there
and I went to visit him. Small house; big prick. Great Massage and a better
fuck. He did me after the massage. I never got into him; not even a
finger. I returned a number of times. Then he dropped out of sight.
Back to my Manhattan travels. I answered an ad for a guy who liked to do
white guys. He gave a great massage in his apartment. Then he moved and I
had to go to a rented 'IN' place. Not his, as he had to leave money for the
owner of the office. During the massage I asked to be fucked. He did it and
then wanted more dollars. I gave him some but never returned.
I answered loads of ads, as there were so many. I hooked up with some guy
on Seventh Ave. and about 50th Street. I returned many times and he gave a
very sensual massage, got me very excited, and then bottomed. Someone must
have turned him in as the 5th or 6th trip was not answered when I rang his
bell. He always rang mine. No foreplay just fun.
Oft times I would patronize the Gaiety Theater, opposite the Marriott. They
had movies and a show. Initially it was $10 to get into the theater. I
always tried for a front row seat. The pictures were actually good some of
the time. The boys were excellent. there was an inside courtyard where the
'actors' hung out. Meet and greet, and make appointments. When I started
going you could get a hand job in the back for $10 or $20. Pants down and
quick rubbing. The Mayor insisted on guards to prevent physical contact
with the actors.
One time at the Gaiety I made an appointment with a handsome guy and
followed him back to his place as there was intermission (the movie). He
had a big bed in a small room. I had to climb on the bed to enter the
room. As I was not practiced to remove my clothes he did it. He also helped
me get him hard as he got me hard. He bottomed after I kissed him all over
and played with his balls and cock and rosebud. He did not need to be
opened! There were other occupants in the apartment ( I heard bits of their
conversation through the door) and he could not offer me a shower. He did a
stimulating wash-down and helped me dress. Just after I left he came out
naked into the apartment hall to ask for his money. I told him it was on
the bed and that I would wait until he found it. He did.
Another time I chose a boy with little experience. He had me follow him to
the hotel and take a different elevator to his floor. I had to look for a
partially open door, which I entered. There he was on bed, fully clothed
and sucking his thumb. I undressed him, cuddled him and finally screwed
him. He was more relaxed when I left.
Then there was a Chinese guy who I went to multiple times one winter. I
would call from the corner and he would have the door partially open for me
to get in quickly. He was a kisser. We had lots of foreplay and no
massage. Well, a small amount by each of us, as in the get ready mode. We
would cuddle and hug and intertwine and kiss, and ass play, and kiss. He
liked to use condoms and all the world was afraid of unknown sex. He was a
dedicated bottom and I loved his nice cordial Ass. I reviewed him on the
Daddy site and gave him rave reviews. After multiple meetings I decided I
had to move on.
After a number of false starts I found a guy north of Central Park. He
still advertises. Everything was on the floor, covered of course. He would
massage me, caress my perineum and balls and cock from behind me. We would
cuddle on the floor. I would lie on his back and rub my prick in his
slot. Eventually I slipped in. He would then rubber me up and I would
repeat the exercise. Only at that point I could proceed to climax. Then we
would play at kissing and petting and he would top me with cock and intrude
without widening my hole. A little pain but much gained. He was much bigger
than me and as I was frequently the bottom, I had been stretched.
My wife switched jobs, she was now working in the Bronx, so there would be
fewer trips to Manhattan. Queens was nearby and easy to travel to and to
park a car.
Two black guys ended jup on my favorite list. On was a guy in LIC. the
first time I went to him I could not find a place tp park the car. I called
and asked him to come down and drive with me in the car. My thought was
that I could get a HJ and pay him. As it turned out as soon as he sat down
with me a parking space opened up.
We went back to his 2nd floor apartment. After I walked up 2 flights of
steps I entered an eerie that was furnished in left-overs from stage
shows. I was right. It was a rents sublet where the collection was not to
be disturbed. Actually a great fantasy place. I stripped after getting to
the room where all the action was to happen.
I received a great massage, sensual and therapeutic. But there was no sex
except that I did get release. The naked body rubber was so great that I
returned to him on a regular basis. Then he lost the apartment and moved
into the Village. I could not follow. I still miss him despite the lack of
sex.
The other black guy was in Long Island City, in an apartment house which I
knew as a relative had lived there. Number II was 6' and broad of shoulder
and thin of hips and a God to look at. Actually he was a performer and
singer and I bonded with him instantaneously. He lack more than money. He
needed clothes and I used to be his size so I brought him many castoffs. He
had to try each of them on over his naked body. It was a tease but I was in
ecstasy as I watched. H got them all.
He massaged me each time I came I got to play with his cock and balls and
to suck his cock. He was too thick to deep throat. I enjoyed each minute of
my time with him. I paid his fee and gave him presents. Unfortunately he
had a falling out with his straight roommate and had to leave. He
reestablished himself in Manhattan I could no longer get to him. My loss. I
worshipped him, his looks, his physique, his demeanor. Everything about
him!
Craigs list was no longer available. Village Voice morphed int Backage.com
and carried some ads for available guys for a price. Along the way the
price went up. Recently it has leveled off or gone down. Last week I got a
charge of $80, but the time was reduced to 20 minutes so it was really $180
per hour. I am not going back. Nice handsome Chinese guy with a pleasant
personality and from Shanghai.
Somewhere along the way I found a stable of Thai guys. It was local in
Queens and I liked the Herr (madam). I took one boy after another. The
massages were erotic. They felt me up the ass and into the groin and around
the balls and up the shaft. Unfortunately they did not fuck me but I got
blow jobs and hand jobs. I returned time after time because they were so
nice in the massage department. When his boys did not show up early enough
the boss started my massage, they did not live with him. I would mouth his
cock and start a blow job. He would feel all those lovely places on me that
needed to be massaged. When one of his minions showed up he pulled up his
pants and left my side. He was older than I liked but much better than his
boys who were good.
Then there is the little place on West Maria street in Hicksville. When I
first went there there was a young guy who got naked and allowed me to play
with him as he gave me a massage. He was good and I got to finger fuck
him. Next time I went he was not there. I got an older guy who was
dressed. Another trip there, since it was convenient got me the same guy a
second time. I opened his pants pulled them down and started a blow job. He
responded.
We continued and he got me excited and I erupted. The next time I was there
we were much more cordial and he opened his pants and let them fall to his
knees. I played, he played and I get off but he would not. I knew he was
Thai and He asked for and got a big tip: $40. I returned the next month and
we had a repeat session only he was more cooperative. I have not been back
but I know that the place has changed hands and that there are only ladies
there.
Not to be daunted I found a Polish guy in LIC. My Polish heritage. Nice
guy, A student and available at all hours. I really clicked with him. I
have been to his place almost a dozen times. He is pleasant, kind and
accepting. I do not like the A/C so he turns it off and sweats. He does not
get hard until the end of the massage which is a cross of therapeutic and
sensual. I then get a blow job as he gets hard. He brings me to a climax
but does not bring himself to a climax. I am actually getting to love
him. I bring him a gift each time I go and last time I gave him a century
note for putting up with me.
Next on the list was another Chinese guy, again in Flushing, who promised
me an hour for $80. There is a local bordello with small rooms and at least
one guy (who took care of me). They get $80 for 80 minutes but took $60 for
an hour with me. The 24 year old boy did not get nude and though I went in
through his fly. I got very little excitement from it. I may go back but I
will not tip in advance.
I did a one morning stand with a lovely 24 year old Chinese guy. Not nude,
not forthcoming and not cooperative. He flunked the test.
Next week I plan to connect with a different Chinese guy (for an hour) who
promises a massage and a fuck, we will see.